The homeless man wheeled up to our table and asked for a dollar. I wasn’t going to talk to him, street people scare me. But something squeezed my heart.
The prostitutes were poor, and the only clothing they had was for their work. They couldn’t afford to buy modest clothing. The leaders of the church didn’t want to talk to the ladies because there wasn’t much the women could do to change their own situation. Plus they wanted the women to stay so they could learn about the love of God.
Don’t you love to crunch on a delicious piece of good gossip? Especially if it’s about that person you secretly despise or envy?